She choked out a laugh. That was putting it nicely. But Jessica knew what Nick was trying to do, and part of her wished he wouldn't. He didn't know the horrible things she'd done, not only to the countless others, but to him. At least if he'd said he was angry at her or felt betrayed, she'd get it, but excusing the part she played in all the bullshit was hard to accept when she couldn't excuse it herself.
"You really know how to pick 'em--" The delivery might have been okay if not for the strain brought on by ever-growing build-up in her chest. Instead, she sounded tired and breathless, and she could feel the urge to shutdown rising from the pit of her stomach. It was tempting, but Nick didn't deserve that, and so she took a deep breath and swept her hair off her face, hoping that he hadn't seen her struggling just then, or at least, she didn't look as sick as she suddenly felt.
"You're...you're still in hiding then? Or..." It probably wasn't the right question to ask, but it helped her to focus some, and if this conversation was going to work, focus was definitely what she'd need to help make sure it did.